Alana MacGregor craves excitement, but when her sometimes lover dumps her at a popular sex club, she wonders if she's outgrown her live-fast-and-recover-later lifestyle. The last thing she expects is to run into the nerdy guy she rebuffed in high school--or for him to rock her world in ways no other man ever has.
Hot on the trail of a story, Carter Nicholas can't believe his luck at encountering the one woman he's never forgotten. He's come a long way from being a wall-hugging geek. Now he gets all A's between the sheets. But can he convince Alana he's her sure ticket to an unforgettable night--and maybe much more?
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Reveal Me by Cari Quinn
"Alana MacGregor, it's been a long time." He crossed his arms over his chest, flexing impressive muscles under his black T-shirt. He stared at her, his fingers digging into his delicious biceps. "Middlemarch High," he said after a moment. "Remember?"
Her interest plummeted. Sexy guy or not, she had no desire to take any ill-advised trips down memory lane. High school reminded her of when she'd done anything to fit in. She'd told herself she'd changed so much from that insecure girl, but hadn't she just been dumped by a guy whose idea of commitment was a date at the Double Burger? Clearly she hadn't changed one iota.
"Mac?" he pressed, clearly waiting for an answer.
Ignoring him, she motioned to the bartender. Jack sidled over and gave her a slow smile. "Need more Patron, sweetheart?"
"Yep. Hit me, babe."
"I've got it." Her new friend slipped a ten by the glass placed in front of her. Jack grabbed the cash and headed off to fill more orders.
Shrugging, she downed the shot and snapped the glass on the bar. The burn made her wince, but damn did it feel good when the liquid reached her belly. "Tastes the same no matter who pays."
"Same old Mac." She squinted at him when he shook his head. Shaggy reddish-brown hair dipped into his eyes and was thumbed back. "Guess I hoped you were different now."
"Can't say the same, since I don't have a clue who you are. Nor do I want to."
She wasn't a nice drunk, and tonight wasn't the night to change her ways. She couldn't even claim to be really inebriated. Three shots just gave her a nice, subtle buzz. Besides, it wasn't this guy's fault she'd had such a craptastic evening. Hell, if he'd gone to Middlemarch High, he might have been a friend. Surely she'd had a few of those, other than Kelly.
Right? She leaned on the bar and stifled the urge to brush the hair off his forehead. His eyes narrowed and hers widened as a memory teased her mind. But she couldn't grab it, any more than she could keep from sliding her feet apart on the rung of the barstool. She knew he noticed the subtle invitation from his deep exhale.
Alana rubbed her lips together, savoring the last of the tequila. "Listen, maybe we got off on the wrong foot."
She blinked as he stepped closer and infused her personal space with his unusual scent. Crisp aftershave and...faintly, ink. Weird. But also irresistible.
No wonder she always got into trouble. Her addiction to men knew no bounds.
He slid one muscular thigh between hers and her knees fell open like the gates to Graceland, granting him instantaneous admission. She was surprised she managed not to whimper fuck me like the eager, uh...beaver she knew she must look like.
"Did you like the drink?" His voice rumbled along her nerve endings, the deep baritone vibrating straight into her pussy.
"Patron's my favorite." Her phone went off in her hand, but she couldn't quite coordinate her arm to lift it to her ear.
Whether she was buzzed, desperate or just horny, she didn't know. Right now her overactive libido couldn't differentiate.
"I want a taste."
He leaned down and she leaned back, giving herself a little room to think. This wasn't smart. Rebound flings never worked out. Celibacy was where it was at.
Problem was, she wanted him. Wanted someone. She wasn't like Kelly, who could go ages without sex. It had already been several months since Alana last touched Ramon. She was overdue. Overripe. She needed the thrill of an appreciative man's touch as much as she needed her morning jolt of java.
And he was here, ready, willing--her fingers brushed the thick hardness behind his zipper--and more than able.
So what was she waiting for? Maybe crying suited some women, but she'd always been one to hop right back on the horse. Preferably bareback.
She closed the space between them and, forgoing subtlety, dove in for the mother of all kisses. Mmm. Heat punched into her--a quick, swift jab that left her reeling. She gasped and clutched his T-shirt, clamping her lips over his again before more sounds escaped. His tongue invaded her mouth, hot and all-consuming.
Want. Need. Bad.